Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the shop Not a creature was stirring, not a riff being copped. The stockings were hung by the demo room with care, In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there. Employees had all gone home for the holiday break, But ol Patrick Quilter no rest did he take... Everyone rushing around to get gifts to wrap, But Pat was still at it, what a jolly ol chap. When out in the front there arose such a clatter, Pat sprang from his workbench to see what was the matter. Away to the window he flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon in socal rarely ever sees snow But it did wink at Pat and said Hey Homey, YO! When, what to Pats wondering eyes should appear, But a wondrous and totally clever idear. With a Tone Block 200 and a clever trick, He banged out an amp and boy was it sick! So powerful, so small it put all the amps to shame, And he whistled, and shouted, and couldnt think of a name! Not Micro, not Mini, Not Macro he puzzled, Not little, or tiny, he got all befuddled! This little thing nearly blows down the walls! This little amp has gigantic... Cajones!!! As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, This thing was so powerful it lit up the sky. At the top of the lab, the rafters were rocking, The earthquake detector just started to squawking. And then, in a twinkling, I heard it calm down The outrageous tone, the incredible sound! When I walked in the shop to see what had gone on He turned it up halfway and it blew back the lawn! He had on his glasses, bespectacled glower, He had on his earplugs and turned UP the power! A bundle of Tone Blocks he put into a rack, And he unleashed the fury of tone with attack! His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow. A couple of cables he held in his teeth, Smoke from smoldering speakers encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a mildly round belly, That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly! He was if you saw him, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went back to his work, He plugged in his lap steel and turned with a jerk. And laying his fingers atop his lap steel, He started to play with gusto and feel! He sprang from one neck right down to the other, Whipping out Christmas carols one after another And I heard him exclaim, as he played them just right, Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 23:49:57 +0000
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